In ancient Greece you would have been a goddess of sorts   And sailors would make sightings and exciting reports   And Solomon's song would have been too strong   For children to read, had you been among his consorts      Doo, doo, doo      But here you are, a waitress, though to me, you are a queen   And I am just your busboy   But I see you, and I kneel when you pass,   Well, it may be in my mind, but I kneel when you pass me by      You're beautiful in everything from glitter to grime   And I guess it's true that boys like me run twelve for a dime   But as life unfolds and we both grow old, you'll still be the same   To me, the same as the first time      So I'm waiting for a dragon, or a surface I can clean   But until I earn your favor, I'm content   To see you, and to kneel when you pass      I clear this table like it's yours and mine, and I make it shine, just to show I care   And I'm hoping when our eyes next meet, that mine will speak what I don't dare   So I cry corner, corner, corner, corner   Hoping that you'll be there